You Don't Know Me

A Down-low brother's awakening about his self denial.

You Don't Know Me


You don't know me.

You think you do.

What you know isn't all true.

Behind this thick layer of mahogany skin,

And piercing smell of masculinity,

Look deep into my window,

And you will see.

There lives a child

Afraid to breath,

Because of what he thinks

You might know of me.